Being with

Being with the cosmos
in whatever shape it takes.

Being with the storm that rages
patiently watching
waiting for it to blow over.

Being with the tears that fall
watching the emotion
that gives them birth.

Being with the tantrum of the ego
like a petulant child
demanding to be heard.

Being with the impatience
that wants the storm to be gone
to snatch at peace and
cling to it as a life raft.

Being with the voice of the unbeliever
loud, persistent
wanting to have its say.

Being with the seed of gentleness
quietly making its way
through the overbearing weeds.

Being with the voice of truth
sounding from heartspace to heartspace
leading into silence.

© 29 Oct 14